17. Do ye mark how I weave my song out of sacred words and thoughts? and, as it were, with what belongs to others, I exalt and decorate myself, how I grow inspired by my joy? I spurn everything humble and human, cementing together and joining one thing with another, and bringing into one whole what belongs to the same spirit.

ΙΖʹ. Ὁρᾶτε ὅπως πλέκω τὴν ᾠδὴν θείοις καὶ ῥήμασι καὶ διανοήμασι; καὶ οὐκ οἶδ' ὅπως ἀλλοτρίοις ἐπαίρομαί τε καὶ καλλωπίζομαι, καὶ ὥσπερ ἔνθους ὑφ' ἡδονῆς γίνομαι: ἀτιμάζω δὲ ἅπαν ταπεινὸν καὶ ἀνθρώπινον, ἄλλα ἄλλοις συμβιβάζων καὶ συναρμόζων, καὶ εἰς ἓν ἄγων τὰ τοῦ αὐτοῦ Πνεύματος;